Sane
To learn to pray,
I stay awake on my way.
I need my space,
So no one can interfere;
Between me and my Lord.
Well! I know my Lord;
Never judged my mind;
That never stops being weird.
It's late! And...
My eyes... refuse to recline,
Keep looking around my senses,
Perhaps! Reveal something.
Yet, I don't know what this thing is.
O! Lord! Help me!
To stay sane,
To accept what my eyes see,
When everything collapses around gazes.
In this journey... within those prays,
Inside those vivid scenes,
It challenges your senses,
And..only...
Few of us could leave it... Sane!
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